Commander T'Pol was wearing a Vulcan version of the same outfit. It had far fewer pockets and was much tighter fitting, but it served the same purpose...of protecting one from the sun, wind and rain. The brown outfit did an fantastic job of showing off T'Pol's curves which just made Christopher even more nervous around her. Her hair was cut short in the Vulcan style and her face displayed that slightly amused stoicism that T'Pol excelled at.T'Pol turned to Christopher and he realized he had been. Now I completely naked and lying across Mrs. Smith's thighs for a spanking. She spread apart her thighs a bit, allowing my now erect penis to dangle between her thighs."Your hand spanking will always last for three minutes." She said, as she reached over to the desk and turned over the three-minute egg timer. She spanked me first one cheek than the other. First starting lightly, and then spanking me harder and harder as time went on. My ass began to warm up a bit, and I began to squirm. She grabbed her by the hair dragging her offthe couch like a child screaming. Her size was toogreat to escape as she found herself be put over thewoman lap as she struggled to get free.“Time to put some color in your white ass slut and myname is mistress to you.” The woman commented.She started slapping Jean ass in earnest as shesquirmed and screamed at the top of her lungs. She hadnever been in this position. She had always dished itout and didn’t care if they could take it. In air was tobacco smoke of cheap cigarettes. On the walls were the portraits of Putin, Lenin, Karl Marx and Kim Jong Un. In the one corner there was the big red banner with yellow hammer and sickle. In the other corner were a few empty bottles of Russian vodka.It was heard a horrible creak of the iron army bed. Under the big sweaty midlife man can be seen the two very large breasts of size # 5, with nipples, and the two sexy thick thighs apart of pretty Russian woman Marina, her legs bent at.